Nothing said

Sofia's expert fingers were in demand, providing physical encouragement to the required region, while Paolo, lying back in exhausted abandon, looked down his body to his personal masseuse. He was stirring again.

What happened then was almost a dream for Paolo. He closed his eyes and let it all happen to him, this time with Sofia firmly in control. Her hands had done their duty and she was otherwise engaged. Nothing was said, how could she?

Finally, drained of everything he had below, despite his recent passive role in his own satisfaction, Paolo drifted off into an equally satisfying sleep.